And the wind chime strikes and your dead stare strikes

[sovay]

I wasn't surprised about The Seventh Seal (1957), but I had no idea my brain considered Bergman generally comfort viewing. I just rewatched The Devil's Eye (Djävulens öga, 1960) and The Magician (Ansiktet, 1958)—in the case of the former, for the first time since the winter of 1999; I had liked it then and it was better than I remembered—and if I didn't need to make myself try to fall asleep I would probably have cued up Hour of the Wolf (Vargtimmen, 1968), it being the right time of night and all. I bounced hard off Persona (1966), but everything else I can recall has been a hit. Do I just find existentialism basically reassuring? I don't want to read Camus, even if all the cool kids are doing it.

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[asakiyume]

I'm looking forward to reading your Seventh Seal post--I have it saved up.

A philosophy where we infuse our lives with meaning and purpose? I mean, *I* find it reassuring/heartening, so I wouldn't be surprised if you did too.

[sovay]

I'm looking forward to reading your Seventh Seal post--I have it saved up.

I hope you enjoy when you get to it! Thank you!

A philosophy where we infuse our lives with meaning and purpose? I mean, *I* find it reassuring/heartening, so I wouldn't be surprised if you did too.

Well, when you put it that way.

[asakiyume]

Love your edit--Tiny Wittgenstein is one roommate you don't need right now. I think this is a good moment (in the rainy early morning, before my daily facetime with one of the two daughters in Japan) for reading it.